HANGING AROUND IN THE BACK ALLEYS
Ears and eyes and taproots and wooly tails,
claws and toes and staffs and shiny scales,
crawling and skittering and skipping and leaping,
scattering all over to proclaim love new reaping.
Unbounded hearts, unbounded parts making a whole
new band of followers and finders in a new role,
each clutching the other, each searching who to tell
out there, back there, over there in all Bethlehem’s ways.
Bumping into grumping shopkeeper,
slumping into dumping stall reaper,
tripping over soldier gear left at door,
skipping over kitchen slops slung in pour.
Friends now in single-minded mission mild
To beam out into all around the love from that Child
His nod, His commissioning smile, His go-and-tell eyes,
To jiggle and jostle and wiggle and wostle His love to the skies.
granbee 